You should leave us to guefs at your blushing, And not speak the matter too plain; "Tis ours to be forward and pufhing; 'Tis yours to affect a disdain. That you're in a terrible taking But the fruit that will fall without shaking SIR W. YONGE. W HEN first I fought fair CÆLIA's love, And ev'ry charm was new, I fwore by all the Gods above To be for ever true. 'But long in vain did I adore, Long wept and figh'd in vain; She ftill protefted, vow'd, and fwore At At laft o'ercome fhe made me bleft, But let not this, dear CELIA, now For why, fince you forget your vow, Should I remember mine? SOAME JENYNS. ORINNA coft me many a prayer, CORIN Ere I her heart could gain, But the ten thousand more should hear Despair I thought the greatest curfe, CORINNA'S Conftancy ftill worse, Moft cruel when too kind. How blindly then does Cupid carve, How ill divide the joy, Who does at firft his lovers ftarve, A LL my paft life is mine no more, Like tranfitory dreams given o'er, The time that is to come, is not; The prefent moment's all my lot, Then talk not of inconftancy, Falfe hearts, and broken vows; If I, by miracle, can be This live-long minute true to thee, "Tis all that Heaven allows. ROCHESTER YES, I'm in love, I feel it now, But yet And CELIA has undone me; The pleasing plague stole on me. 'Tis not her face that love creates, For there no graces revel; 'Tis not her shape, for there the fates Have rather been uncivil. 'Tis not her air, for fure in that There's nothing more than common; And all her fenfe is only chat Like any other woman. Her voice, her touch might give th' alarm, "Twas both, perhaps, or neither ; In fhort, 'twas that provoking charm WHITEHEAD. E little loves that round her wait YE To bring me tidings of my fate, AS CELIA on her pillow lies, Ah! gently whifper-STREPHON dies. If this will not her pity move, And the proud fair disdains to love, Smile and fay 'tis all a lie, And haughty STREPHON fcorns to die. |